firefighter!toji who leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the line of your jaw and down your neck, panting into your ear about how good you suck him in, and how pretty you were under him. he picks up the pace, allowing him to pull all the way out leaving only his tip in, before bottoming back out, basking in the sweet sounds of your moans and your pussy greedily slurping him back in.

"fu-fuck, i wanna— wanna make you mine forever," he moans into your neck, and you can't help but clench around him because of his words and his choice of tone. "wan' you to have my b-babies. make me a daddy," his eyes are rolling to the back of his head from just how good the pleasure is and how good he's hitting it, and your moans don't make it any better. the sound of your sweet nothings makes his dick pulsate inside you, and he fears he may cum way earlier than expected from just that. "y-yeaah? y'wanna make me a daddy?"

firefighter!toji who gets turned on by the concept of making you a mommy. the thought of you swollen, walking around with a ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach only furthered the illustrious desire of making you his. there's nothing better than leaving a mark on you—and toji loves a good one.

"you gonna be a good mommy f'me?" he's pushing your legs to your chest, squishing your tits together as he greedily slams his thick cock into you, delighting in the soft protruding in your stomach. he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you squirm around and mumble a feral and breathy 'yesyesyes,' nodding frantically with glossy eyes as you practically beg him to fill you up. "please— o-oh— l'me fill you up. promise to be the best daddy ever, 'kay?"

firefighter!toji who's so close, and he could feel that you were too. you were more wet than usual, feeling himself slip and slide easier than the beginning, and he smiles to himself. "you close, baby? can feel it." you stare at him with big glossy eyes and slick, kiss-swollen parted lips, too fucked-out to even respond. all you can do is moan and mewl at the way his cock stretches you so good, and promise him that you'll let him fill you up.

"you wan' me t'pull out, i will," both his hands are on your hips now, dragging you back onto his dick? making sure every inch is stuffed inside you. "b-but—haah—you wan' me to cum inside… say it, baby." you weren't even sure his words completely registered in your brain, but you were so far out into space that your mouth and body responded faster than your brain. because the minute you mouth and whimper a 'inside,' you both finally cum.

firefighter!toji who paints your walls white, hot and sticky cum filling you up to the brim, with some excess spitting out the sides. he leaned down to entrap you in a wet kiss, moaning gutturally into your mouth as he feels you spasm around his cock, forming a thicker ring of cream around his base.

"f-fuck…" he pants, still bottomed out in you. he sees your expression, eyes looking down to where you both were connected, seeing the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was in you and the sheer amount of cum he's poured into you. yet still, toji still wanted more. his hips began to move softly, jerking slightly when you let out a small mewl.

"don't think t-that was enough, mama… one more, please? jus' one more, and i swear i'll be done, 'kay?"

firefighter!toji who leaves a trail of open-mouthed kisses across the line of your jaw and down your neck, panting into your ear about how good you suck him in, and how pretty you were under him. he picks up the pace, allowing him to pull all the way out leaving only his tip in, before bottoming back out, basking in the sweet sounds of your moans and your pussy greedily slurping him back in.

"fu-fuck, i wanna— wanna make you mine forever," he moans into your neck, and you can't help but clench around him because of his words and his choice of tone. "wan' you to have my b-babies. make me a daddy," his eyes are rolling to the back of his head from just how good the pleasure is and how good he's hitting it, and your moans don't make it any better. the sound of your sweet nothings makes his dick pulsate inside you, and he fears he may cum way earlier than expected from just that. "y-yeaah? y'wanna make me a daddy?"

firefighter!toji who gets turned on by the concept of making you a mommy. the thought of you swollen, walking around with a ring on your finger and a baby in your stomach only furthered the illustrious desire of making you his. there's nothing better than leaving a mark on you—and toji loves a good one.

"you gonna be a good mommy f'me?" he's pushing your legs to your chest, squishing your tits together as he greedily slams his thick cock into you, delighting in the soft protruding in your stomach. he chuckles breathlessly as he watches you squirm around and mumble a feral and breathy 'yesyesyes,' nodding frantically with glossy eyes as you practically beg him to fill you up. "please— o-oh— l'me fill you up. promise to be the best daddy ever, 'kay?"

firefighter!toji who's so close, and he could feel that you were too. you were more wet than usual, feeling himself slip and slide easier than the beginning, and he smiles to himself. "you close, baby? can feel it." you stare at him with big glossy eyes and slick, kiss-swollen parted lips, too fucked-out to even respond. all you can do is moan and mewl at the way his cock stretches you so good, and promise him that you'll let him fill you up.

"you wan' me t'pull out, i will," both his hands are on your hips now, dragging you back onto his dick? making sure every inch is stuffed inside you. "b-but—haah—you wan' me to cum inside… say it, baby." you weren't even sure his words completely registered in your brain, but you were so far out into space that your mouth and body responded faster than your brain. because the minute you mouth and whimper a 'inside,' you both finally cum.

firefighter!toji who paints your walls white, hot and sticky cum filling you up to the brim, with some excess spitting out the sides. he leaned down to entrap you in a wet kiss, moaning gutturally into your mouth as he feels you spasm around his cock, forming a thicker ring of cream around his base.

"f-fuck…" he pants, still bottomed out in you. he sees your expression, eyes looking down to where you both were connected, seeing the slight bulge in your stomach from how deep he was in you and the sheer amount of cum he's poured into you. yet still, toji still wanted more. his hips began to move softly, jerking slightly when you let out a small mewl.

"don't think t-that was enough, mama… one more, please? jus' one more, and i swear i'll be done, 'kay?"

all week he’s been hot under the collar, simmering quiet in the background while his eyes stalk you. watching you feed your three kids, dress them, smooth their hair, kiss their chubby cheeks at night.

and watching you, too.

how your face somehow glows more every day. how your body’s changed—plumper, softer, heavier in the places that make his throat go dry.

just a year and a half since the last birth, and he’s memorized every new curve. your chest fuller, heavy and warm; your hips wider now, stomach soft as silk; your thighs and ass more ample, bouncing when you walk. it turns him into a fucking animal just looking at you.

and now, with you teasing about “another baby,” it’s branded into his mind. he wants it. another child. another proof of what you and he made.

and then the damned beach trip.

you, bending over to smear sunscreen on a squirming toddler, that tiny two-piece barely holding your tits, the fabric straining over your ass. joking about giving him another baby with a laugh, right there in the hotel room, kids asleep in the next suite.

it was like lighting a fuse.

because now you’re in something you can never get out of.

“ohmygoddd, ken—i c-can’t, mmf!” it’s the only thing you could get out. everything else melted into babbled noise. how could you form words when the only thing your fucked-out brain could focus on was the heavy, wet slide of nanami’s cock splitting you open?

“eaaasy, sweetheart. . .” his voice was low, a rasp that made your stomach tighten. his big hands slid behind your knees, pushing them up until they touched your tits. “you can. i—f-fuck—know you can, baby.”

he spread you wider, deliberately, eyes locked on the mess where your bodies met. cream slicked your folds, glistening against his shaft, a thick ring clinging at the base of him. each time he pulled back, you felt the suction of your own walls, each time he drove back in you felt it slosh, wet and obscene.

nanami had you lying flat on your back at the edge of the bed, and he was standing, dragging your hips flush to him with every thrust.

his balls swung forward and slapped against your ass, the sound raised by the soft flesh. your breasts bounced with each movement, heavy and plush, nipples peeking from your swimsuit bra as the straps dug into your shoulders. his gaze kept snagging there, hungry, before dropping back down to watch himself disappear into you again and again.

“ken. .” you whimpered, thighs trembling, toes curling.

the sun was setting through the blinds, striping your skin with golden light. somewhere down the hall, your children slept or whispered or watched loud cartoons, the sound a forbidden backdrop.

it made the whole thing dirtier, hotter.

“quiet, baby,” he murmured, leaning forward just enough for his breath to hit your ear. “don’t wanna wake them up, yeah?” his thumb pressed against your lower lip, dragging it down, then slid down to your swollen and dripping clit, circling just enough to make you arch.

“look at you,” he hissed, pushing your knees even higher until your ankles brushed your ears. “all soft. all mine. so fuckin’ pretty with my cum leaking out.” he rocked his hips, slower but deeper, until you felt his tip grind against your cervix.

your head rolled back, a sound caught in your throat.

“yeah. . that’s it,” he muttered, eyes flicking up to your face, “keep takin’ it. you’re doing sooo well.” his hand slid from your knee to your throat, fingers curling just enough to make your pulse jump. “gonna let me fuck another load in you easy like that?”

the words alone made you clench around him, slick running down the crack of your ass.

he groaned at the squeeze, hips snapping forward with a wet smack. “shit, you feel so good when you do that.” his thumb found your clit again, circling faster. “come on, sweetheart, give it to me. wanna see you fall apart.”

“c-can’t—oooh! can’t cum a-gain, ken!” you’re whimpering against his mouth now, lips trembling as he leans closer. his breath fans over you hot and damp, hips still pistoning into you, tip bullying your cervix with each brutal snap.

it feels mean, on purpose, and your body just keeps giving in.

your swimsuit bra’s slipped, tits bouncing and spilling free as your back arches. his fingers flex a little tighter around your throat, thumb sliding up to press at your chin until your mouth hangs open for him.

“yeah?” he chuckles, low and rough, licking the sweat off his top lip. “pretty pussy won’t let me go, though.” nanami’s so deep and sucked in that he starts talking to your pussy like it’s a person. but the bass in his voice, it rumbles and sends shock waves all the way down to your pussy.

and before you could even process the concept of it, he spits—a slow, glistening string straight into your open mouth—and his thumb pushes it back over your tongue, savouring in the wet sloppy drag of your lips. “swallow it. be a good mommy and take it.”

his lips drag wet open-mouth kisses down your jaw, his grip tilting your head so he can suck dark marks into your neck while you gasp. then his head dips, eyes trailing down your body to the obscene mess where you’re joined. his wedding ring flashes sliver against your skin as he pulls you down harder onto him. “shit. .” his voice breaks a little.

“look at her. she’s sssqueezing me even though she’s crying she can’t cum.” he lets out a nasty little laugh, spit-slick thumb pressing at your lower lip until you whimper. “f-fuuck, ‘s greedy, baby. you want my cum in you again, don’t you?”

he drives his hips forward, balls smacking against your ass, and you feel the gush of slick and pre mix inside you. you’re babbling now, drool and spit shining on your chin, thighs trembling as another wave of heat starts to crawl up your spine in spite of yourself.

“so—soooo full, hnng!”

nanami’s eyes stay locked on the creamy ring around his cock as he keeps talking, voice harsh but low enough to make you shake. “don’t tell me you can’t when your pussy’s telling me otherwise. nngh—i know you can cum f’me again. right?”

“i hck! don-don’t know if i c-can—” your words are all hiccups and half-breaths now. your eyes roll back when nanami grinds his hips just so, fat tip dragging over that spot that makes you see bursts of light behind your lids. the previous creampies slosh and spill around his cock, wet and sticky on your thighs, dripping onto the hotel sheets. the smell of sweat and sex hangs heavy.

“you can—uhn,” he whines through gritted teeth, the sound broken, like he’s the one being wrecked.

your sweet, sappy pussy squeezes him again and his hips stutter. “ha-mm. . she’s milking me. said you w-wanted a baby. but if you’re not so mm! sure. .” his voice dips, mean but shaking, “. . .then we’ll cum together, okay?”

“t-together?” you mewl, glossy eyes staring into his.

“together.” he folds himself over you, palms sliding behind your knees. you feel him push them up and up until your knees are brushing your collarbones, legs thrown over his shoulders, your hips tilted all the way open for him.

“there. juust l-like that. nngh—hold ‘em for me, baby,” he murmurs, eyes glassy as he watches his cock sink in deeper at this new angle. “look at how dumb you get when i do this. can’t even talk, huh?”

you can only babble, “sooo full, ken. . ‘s so big—!” drool slicks your lip.

your hands flutter weakly but he grabs your thighs and pins them to your chest himself, chest to chest now, thrusting slow but deep, cockhead punching your cervix again and again. sliver ring flashes as his thumb catches your chin and pushes it up until your mouth opens for him.

he spits into it again, this time slurring it around with his own tongue, the hot wetness sliding down yours. “swallow. goood girl. keep that mouth open for me while i breed you.”

nanami’s eyes are unfocused now, jaw slack as he watches your stomach give a little bulge with each push. he’s gone, drunk on you, but still manages to grind his hips cruelly. “she’s so wet and full. . can’t believe y-you’re still taking it.” his voice cracks into a whine. “gonna give you another baby right here—mhm, gonna make sure you forget everything but my name.”

nanami’s words crawl down your spine like a slow fever.

his voice is deep, sticky-sweet but edged with poison, every syllable a slap and a kiss at once. it makes you whimper without thinking, makes your hips twitch against his cock like your body’s begging for mercy you know he won’t give.

he’s fucking you with that steady, punishing rhythm—hips pistoning in hard long jerks and then rolling slow just to watch you break. every thrust drives his cock so deep you swear you feel it knock at your ribs.

he’s panting under his breath, eyes half-lidded, already picturing you swollen and heavy again with his kid. it makes him moan and twitch inside you, makes him press his palm flat to your belly just to feel himself slide in and out through the softness.

your head lolls back, mouth open, drool glistening on your chin.

you’re drunk on it, on him, and he’s just as far gone, pupils blown wide, spit and sweat shining on his skin. but his voice stays low, controlled, like he’s talking you through a confession.

“b-been thinking, my love. .” he grunts, lips finding yours for a messy, tongue-slicked kiss that leaves you wetter. “you want a girl or a boy?”

your toes curl over his shoulders, nails digging into his back as you try to stay coherent. “huh—? are you—ah! asking me if i wan’ a—”

nanami cuts you off with a sharp snap of his hips, his dick punching against your cervix. “yes—fuuck yes, honey,” he rasps. his thrusts get meaner, deeper, the wet sounds louder, your ass lifting off the sheets each time. “boy. . or girl?”

the fat head of him bullies your sweet spot over and over, veins dragging against your gummy walls, molding you to his shape. you can feel him throb, leaking, the heat of him smearing against your insides until it’s almost too much to bear.

your answer comes out high and cracked, a sob on the edge of a scream. “g-girl! girl—f-fuuck, ken—wan’a girl!”

he groans at that, rough thumb pressing to your clit, hips snapping faster, voice gone hoarse. “beautiful, honey. a girl’s what you’re gonna get.”

your breathing is a wreck, broken little gasps like you’ve forgotten how to breathe at all. every thrust sloshes his cum deeper, warm and heavy, the fat tip of his cock slapping your sweet spot until you see stars.

you can feel it, every drop of him inside you, the thought of being knocked up again—belly full, tits heavy—makes your walls squeeze down even tighter around him. you think about how he’s talking you through it, how mean he gets when he’s close, and how that meanness only makes you wetter.

the knot inside you feels thick, ropy, winding up hard and fast. your eyes go wide and glassy, tears spilling down your cheeks and onto the pillow. drool and tears streak your face and you’re babbling, choking on half-formed words.

“k-ken! ken ‘m—haah! ‘m so—” the rest breaks into moans and whimpers, your voice shaking.

he groans at the sound, not even answering at first, just catching your slick lips with his, tasting the salt of your tears when he licks along your cheek. he moans low, a ragged sound, and does it again, dragging his mouth down to your jaw, your neck, leaving open-mouthed, wet kisses that make you shiver. his hands are everywhere—gripping your jaw, pressing on your belly to feel himself move inside you, spreading your thighs wider until you’re trembling.

“g-god, ‘m so fuckin’ close, angel,” he grits, hips pistoning faster but still driving deep, each stroke a thick, wet punch that makes your spine arch. “gonna let me cum in you again? hnnn—gonna keep me in there, right? you want that, don’t you?”

you nod frantically, plush thighs shaking, tits bouncing with every slam of his hips. your nails dig into his back, trying to pull him deeper, your voice breaking into sobs of “yes—yes! please, ken, fill me up.”

he smirks against your neck, breathing hard, still talking you through it as his cock swells inside you, dragging you right to the edge with him. “yeah? then let’s cum together. for re—mhm!—real now.”

and his words completely fuck you over. your whole body jerks as the knot in your stomach snaps, a hot white crack down your spine.

your gummy walls spasm around him, choking his cock, milking him, and you gush all over him—slick spilling down your thighs and coating his abdomen, adding to the creamy ring already painted around the base of his shaft.

it’s sticky and messy, his heavy length disappearing into you again and again, smearing your own mess back inside.

nanami’s right behind you, voice cracking into a whine.

his hips stutter, cock jerking deep inside as he starts to release. thick, hot ropes of cum flood you in hard pulses, so much that you feel it spray against your cervix and spill back out around him, a sloppy, wet warmth that drips down between your cheeks. he doesn’t pull out, grinding deeper, slow circles of his hips to push it all in while you’re still fluttering around him, toes curling and legs shaking over his shoulders.

his fingers reach in between you both and spreads your folds a little, watching the creamy mix leak out around his cock before he shoves back in, a low, filthy moan shaking out of him. you’re trembling, whimpering through it, and he’s still murmuring praise and filth against your ear, hips rolling as he paints your walls completely white.

“sh-shit. .” he pants, a lazy smirk curling at the corner of his lips. his eyes drag down, slow and hungry, to the slick mess that connects the two of you, then crawl back up to meet your glassy stare.

you’re gone. absolutely fucked out.

mouth open, chin shiny with spit, eyes half-lidded and wet. your cunt is still fluttering weakly around his thick, gleaming length, a whimper leaking out as the fat tip stays buried, nudging at your cervix like it’s trying to claim it. a string of mixed slick and cum stretches from his base to your thighs, dripping onto the sheets.

he leans over you, palm pressing flat on your belly, thumb brushing the swollen nub he’s been torturing all night. his breath hits your cheek, warm and ragged.

“are you okay, sweetheart?” his voice is rough now, low enough that it vibrates against your jaw.

you nod weakly, still floating, eyes unfocused. “want m-more, ken. not full enough.” the words are a slurred whisper, needy and wrecked.

and nanami’s smile widens.